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During the sixties the old-timers referred to a prayer as the "Seven Magic Words of AA"
And now the story behind the story:
It was the Saturday before Mother's Day 1935. A gentleman from NY named Bill Wilson was staying at the Mayflower Hotel in Akron, Ohio. He had come to town for a business deal that had gone sour.
He was in the lobby of the hotel feeling angry and depressed as he heard the tinkling of glasses and music coming from the hotel's bar.
*He wanted to drink* after being sober for six months.
He prayed "God, don't let me think this way" as he went to the phones, found Dr. Bob.............................and the rest is history.
Over the decades, in the history of AA, this story has gotten lost.
During 1974 while in Akron, Ohio (not on Founder's Day), myself, my wife and my sponsor (Papa Frank) met one of the first 100 members of AA He verified the authenticity of the above story.
Boy, talk about ammunition (bullets).................God, Don't Let Me Think This Way!
Tiger
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My drug of choice in the moment, be it people, places, or things, is but a symptom of my disease. The problem is me. I don't have a drinking problem, I have a thinking problem.
